Role-Playing Rules

He had long since grown accustomed to corpses.

The death of an Awakener should not have frightened everyone.

Yet when those murky eyes swept woodenly over the crowd, quite a few people still staggered back a step.

The unknown was frightening.

Especially dying on the verge of victory.

"It shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have!"

An Awakener standing before the portrait stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.

He knew this man. More precisely, they had both been among the first batch of people waiting.

"He clearly played the right move. Clearly, cloth should have beaten rock."

"He won!"

Everyone fell silent.

They could more or less understand how he felt.

The seemingly simple game that guaranteed victory had brought them immense pressure because the man had inexplicably died.

The discussion began.

After coming to their senses, many people began making guesses, trying to pool their knowledge.

Someone asked first:

"Did that guy make a mistake in the final round?"

"Did he play cloth as scissors?"

"He hadn't eaten anything for a long time. Maybe his hand trembled."

As soon as he finished speaking, an impatient voice rang out:

"Impossible. Even if the dead man was an idiot, he wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake!"

"Compare the difference between cloth and scissors yourself!"

Sitting on one of the few available chairs, a young man wearing a baseball cap bluntly refuted him.

The man who had asked the first question looked embarrassed.

He didn't mind and couldn't help quietly adding a second possibility:

"Then could he have played too slowly? After all, the lights seemed to—"

Before he could finish, the others let out cold laughs and interrupted him:

"Stop asking such low-level questions. If the dead man had played too slowly or made a mistake, how could he